Can I tell you how much my week has been improved by receiving this pretty parcel in the post?
...and unwrapping it to discover...
My very own bespoke artisan (these are all the 'it' words aren't they?!) vintage tea towel cushion handmade for me by Kylie of the gorgeous lucy violet vintage blog in Perth. Not only handmade, but hand chosen for someone (me! ME!) who collects South Australian themed tea towel cushions. (Yes, I realise that is something of a niche.)
Isn't it gorgeous? And look at the super-dooper things you can see in SOUTH AUSTRALIA: THE FESTIVAL STATE.
And the Whyalla shipyards. And pelicans. Adelaide's pelicans have had some bad press lately, sent to rehab for thieving picnickers' lunches. As a child my brother refused to give up his sandwich to a pelican and was in the process of disappearing into the pelican (both were equally stubborn) when my parents extracted him. *sad face*
The Chair Lift at Victor Harbor (actually, on Granite Island, home of fairy penguins). This one made me do a double-take, as I am absolutely in the right age group to have been on this as a child, and it no longer exists, and I have gone and asked my mother WHY we never went on it (entirely ignoring that I HATE things that move), and she said that she thought it was because she couldn't face it with four children. Parents!
The Blue Lake! It is blue for part of the year, and I saw it last February when it was very blue. Seriously, it is this colour:
And look at our local flowers: the Sturt Desert Pea and a Sturt Desert Rose (floral emblem of the Northern Territory, a state once part of South Australia), and a Large Frumed Mallee. "Frumed"? *googles* Oooh, a typo for "Fruited" - so excited, as this is my first tea towel error (er, I mean, apart from aesthetically).
Kylie also sent me a little note, saying that it was her first ever time at making atea towel cushion and I was not to judge it too harshly. Now, now, I think she protesteth too much. As someone who would have failed Home Ec if it was possible to fail (I also baked a cake onto the bottom of a school oven and never believed that drinking the water in which veges were boiled gave you back all the nutrients. Seriously...), I wish I could sew a straight line, let alone put in a zip. A zip! It's like a magic trick and map-reading and the solution to Fermat's Last Theorem all in one!
So, thank you thank you thank you so much, Kylie for a delightful addition to my collection, and I should probably finish by showing some of my others, so you can see how magnificently this one fits in with my bonkers decor.
This is the South Australian Women's Bowling Association Golden Jubilee. Look at the little bowling ladies!
The uranium treatment plant at Port Pirie (the same Port Pirie with the lead problem, above). Note "Maralinga" on the map too. Not a top tourist spot.
Large "fruited" mallee.
Sturt desert peas.
A relic of the Grand Prix which Adelaide lost to Melbourne. I should have edited my stomach and feet out, sorry.
All of these were made by bob window, but I suggest that if there is ever an Iron Chef-style competition for Vintage Tea Towel Cushions, then Kylie could so take him in a fight.
I love tea towels - they're about nostalgia and craziness and design and colour and loony parochialism and social history and so much more.
Thank you, Kylie, for making my week fan-tea-towel-tastic!
Two years ago I was in Paris, and I've posted some of the things I saw (best thing EVER: the Cimetière des Chiens et Autres Animaux Domestiques) and ate and ate and ate for Paris in July 2012. But I think there's always room for a bit more of one's travels, and I've had a look back at other trips -- and what fun to relive Paris all over again. Right, pull up a chair, maybe makes yourself a batch of David Lebovitz's foolproof gougèresand enjoy!
(above: Les Invalides; below: restaurant in the Musée d'Orsay)
(above/below: the terrifyingly claustrophobic Catacombes de Paris)
Look where you're going!
(above: Sainte-Chapelle; below: Centre Pompidou)
(Aren't French signs the best?)
(above: on the Metro)
Find the perfect funeral monument!
(above/below: Cimetière Montparnasse; sculpture by Niki de Saint Phalle)
Eat only purple food!
(above: no idea!; below: Ladurée's violet religieuse)
Eat only food shaped like animals!
(above: marzipan pigs at Maison Collet in Rue Montogueil;
below: mice, somewhere in the Marais?)
Eat only desserts with squeezy alcohol!
Eat only skyscraper French sandwiches!
(above: Ladurée and Angelina; below: the incredibly showy
Costes restaurant 'Georges' in the Centre Pompidou
where the Club Sandwich Traditionnel was 20 Euros)